Harim Maxim
Created the machine gun
And Telsa created
His coil
The upper class created
The lower class
As God created the soil
And you are in my
Mind right now
Echoing in your stilettos,
But I am doing fine
Right now
Boiling in my meadows.
Newton ate the apple
That fell from its tree
As Eve enjoyed the sin
Of man
That she gave to
You and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
witty, nice poem